It's never dark in the city. The night encases the city in the amber glow of streetlamps, giving the sensation of flying easily through a jar of honey in a dimly lit cabinet as I descend the last hill, shut in by the navy blue sky spread out above. The shadows are more ominous, long shapes (legs in motion, winter-bare trees and stray cats stalking along silently between parked tire wheels) stretch across the sidewalks more solidly than their fuzzy-edged three dimensional counterparts.
